Blossoms Of Concert Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Stranger be not within
Drive forces come and go
Impel your visions to win
Everything will then show
Hours are going on still
Nothing is left to try
Blossoms of concert spill
Giving their city’s tie

Let every day be a desire
Inside these walls you find
Bringing each doubtless fire
With what comes in to mind
Forget not those before you
Everything fought was for
You have thoughts to renew
The essences of old new core

Stranger just find your day
All will become soon clear
Footsteps so much will say
When they are here so near
Now it is your own inning
Finding those forgotten one
Knight of the road winning
Be never with optimism done